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The First Step
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Dear Tillie,
How have you been? I hope you’ve been adjusting to the move. The gang really misses you. We hope that the new job goes well!
Sending love,
Dalia.
Dear Dalia,
Thank you so much for writing to me. I’m doing okay all things considered. The new job is kicking my ass. I am honestly impressed I was able to find such a nice antique house for this price in this town. I bought a little stuffed turtle for my room. His name is Herbert! The weirdest thing happened to me last night. As I was trying to go to sleep I heard a voice.
“Tillie...” the voice said, “I’m on the first step….”
The voice was cloying in a violently scratchy way. A deep, otherworldly growl in a sucrose-laced singsong voice. I went down to investigate and saw nothing. Must be my mind playing tricks. Tonight I am going to sample the local watering hole after work. I wish I could have a drink with you :(
Sincerely,
Tillie
Dear Tillie,
That sucks! nightmares are no fun. It might just be the stress that comes from moving. I hope you can drink for the two of us! Work has also been kicking my ass. I can’t wait to visit! I want to see you at your beautiful old house.
Yours,
Dalia
Dear Dalia,
I thought that if I got sloshed I could have avoided these nightmares. Just as I was going to bed, that same coarse voice seeped its way into my head.
“Tillie…” the voice said, “I’m on the second step…”
There are only three steps leading upstairs.
I rushed downstairs to see if the doors were locked. They were. I think it was starting to storm. I could hear wind rushing all around me.
No one else was there.
I couldn’t get a wink of sleep last night. I hugged Herbert tight and waited for the sunrise. I tried calling the cops, but in typical fashion they couldn’t get to me. I suppose the dyke hearing voices in her sleep is the least of their concerns in this sleepy town. Currently on break and on my 6th cup of coffee today. I sure as hell hope you’re not hearing voices where you live (although I wish I was hearing your voice! We should talk again)
Love,
Tillie
Dear Tillie,
Oh my god! I am so sorry this keeps happening. I suggest you buy a gun and try to lock all of your doors. Have you been taking your meds lately?
Dalia
Dear Dalia,
I have been taking my meds, and it’s too fucking long to wait for a license for a gun. Listen, it’s two in the morning when I am writing this and I am so fucking scared. After another normal-ish day at work, I went to the sports store on Main and bought a bat. Cuddling Herbert I sat, looking out of my bedroom door at the stairs. Slumber began to take hold of me and I drifted out of consciousness.
Just as I started to fall asleep, I heard it!
“Tillie…” it was that voice again! “I am on the third step… ready or not, here I come!”
I groggily jumped awake and grabbed my bat and lunged downstairs, hurling myself at the great unknown. As per usual, nothing was there. Now I was really starting to get mad. That storm from yesterday didn’t stop at all. I tried to turn on the lights in the hallway, but I suppose I had a temporary loss of power. Great. I hope this godforsaken letter can send to you. After a while of fiddling with the power and the wi-fi settings on my phone I decided to go upstairs. When I got back to my room to look for Herbert I found no sight of him.
Then I saw it.
There he was, in the dead center of the bed. my plushie turtle had been ripped open, cotton pouring out of his green belly. Someone took the time to spell out “look behind you.”with his foam. I feel like I am gonna throw up. I tried to call 9/11. No signal. I tried to call you. No signal. I pray to god that this message can be sent. And I sure as hell am not going to look behind me.
Love,
Tillie
Message failed to send.
Dear Tillie,
It’s been a bit, are you feeling better? I haven’t heard from you in a while. We should totally catch up.
Xo,
Dalia
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Esoteric, Eccentric, prolific, perplexing, dour, demonic Dungeon Synth from out of space and out of
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Poppet's monthly output is as consistent as it is consistently bewildering.
From NYC and currently based there, formed in Burlington, formerly based in the towers Tacoma.
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